His thumb brushed over my bottom. “You think this is all you’re getting, don’t you, my greedy little slut?”
My breath came unsteady at his words. He ran a hand over the stinging skin of my ass, a soothing caress that filled me with trepidation.
“You need more,” he murmured. “You need to be reminded to show some respect to those you belong to.”
He pulled out of me completely, and I cried out at the sudden, aching emptiness. I felt him shift behind me, the heat of his body radiating against my back.
“Stay still,” he commanded.
His fingers slid between my cheeks, not to enter my pussy, but to test. To explore. He traced the tight, puckered ring of my ass, and I couldn’t help but tense.
I was not prepared for this.
“Andrei, wait?—”
“Did I give you permission to speak?” he growled, and I felt the hot, wet tip of his cock press against the tight entrance. He was coated in my arousal, and the thought of him taking me that way was both terrifying and intoxicating.
“I don’t want?—”
“I know,” he cut me off. “But you’re about to get it anyway.”
He pushed.
Slowly.
Relentlessly.
The pressure was immense. A slow, burning stretch that made my whole body go rigid. I hissed out a long breath, my hands fisting the quilt, my eyes squeezed shut. It was too much. The burn was a brutal, insistent thing, and I couldn’t help but cry out.
“Andrei, please,” I begged, my voice a ragged sob. “Ithurts.”
He stopped. Just for a second. His hands came to my hips, holding me steady. His thumbs stroked the sore, burning skin of my ass, a small, grounding touch, but his cock remained right where it was.
“Breathe, Katerina.” He murmured the hypnotic command. “Relax. Let me in. You’re going to take my cock in this tight little hole whether you like it or not.”
I tried. I really did. I took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to force my muscles to unclench, to accept the impossible intrusion. But my body was fighting me and wholly rejecting the painful stretch.
“Please,” I whispered again. I could hear my broken, pathetic plea and it sounded foreign to my own ears.
“I know,” he said softly. “But you wanted this. You wanted me to take control. You wanted me to push your limits. This is what that feels like.”
He pushed again.
Slowly.
Steadily.
And then, with a sudden, shocking pop, the head of his cock breached my tight ring of muscle.
I cried out in half pain, half shock. The burn was a searing agony that stole my breath away, but he didn’t stop.
Once his cock was fully inside my bottom, he held still, letting me adjust, letting the initial intense pain subside into a weird, throbbing ache. His hands were still on my hips, providing a firm, grounding presence that was the only thing keeping me anchored to reality.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Look at you, such a little slut with your ass full of my cock. You’re so fucking beautiful this way.”
He started to move then.
Slowly.
